Title: Love, Lust & Anger
Author: Kacey
Rating: FRMA
Fandom: CSI: Miami
Pairing: Eric/Ryan
Disclaimer: I don't own them. Just borrowing them for fun.
Summary: Speed walks in on something at work.
Fic Prompt: # 4, 5 & 7: Love, Lust & Anger (from csi50 set 1)
Warnings: Speed lives. Mild voyeurism. I went and searched for prompts because I'm having a hard time with some scenes in a couple of my stories. Found several tables that should help. Spoilers? Hell, probably. Just assume there are. Set after Driven, but let's just assume that Speed was around for everything so far. The tension between Eric and Ryan was there, but it didn't become an all out feud. And that whole Eric/Boa Vista thing? Didn't happen.

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Speed walked through the lab towards the locker room. He'd heard what had happened at the chop shop from Horatio. Horatio had asked him to talk with Ryan, since the two of them were fairly close. Hoping to catch him before he left, Speed quickened his pace. Silently slipping into the locker room, he rounded the corner near Ryan's locker and stopped in surprise.

Eric had Ryan pinned to his locker and was desperately kissing him. Maybe kissing isn't quite the right word, Speed decided in amusement. It's more like he's trying to devour him whole. Glad they finally figured out where all that tension was coming from. Although, it looks like Alexx won the bet we made after Ryan got hit in the eye by that nail gun. Eric did make the first move, not that Ryan was ever going to make a move. He never picked up on the fact that Eric wants him. I think they're on the same wave length now.

Realizing they would need to come up for air soon, and that he didn't want to be caught standing there gaping like a fish out of water, Speed rapidly and noiselessly left, snagging Calleigh on her way in. Shaking his head at her look of annoyance, he whispered, "I'll explain. Just give me a minute."

Dragging her along with him to Horatio's office, he was relieved to see both Alexx and Horatio sitting in there, discussing something. Opening the door, he let go of Calleigh's arm and flopped down in the nearest chair. Sighing heavily, he looked at Alexx and dramatically said, "You were right, Alexx. Eric did make the first move. And, I'm not going back in there, so someone call one of them to get their attention."

Horatio laughed and pulled out his cell phone. Smirking when he heard Eric's breathless, "Hello," he said, "Eric, go home. We're all leaving. If you happen to see Ryan, send him home as well. See you tomorrow." Hanging up, he commented, "Bet you when we leave, Ryan's car is still in the parking lot."

Glaring at his boss, Speed remarked, "Um, I'll take that bet, H. I'll bet they don't leave the building. Now that Eric has Ryan where he wants him, he's not going anywhere."

Alexx simply smirked and quietly stated, "I think this means that all of you owe me. What exactly should I collect on?"

"Just tell me what you want, woman," Speed groaned. "I'm not going through the whole night wondering what embarrassing moment I'll have at your expense."

"I won't embarrass you, Timmy. I promise," Alexx said. "I won't embarrass any of you. But, don't I know all of my boys extremely well?"

"That you do, Alexx," Horatio laughed. "That you do."

Standing up, he ordered, "Go home. You can tease both of them tomorrow."

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Since Eric wasn't waiting for any response from him, Ryan grabbed onto Eric's biceps and just went along for the ride. He wasn't sure how to respond anyway. And where was this coming from? He'd seen no indication that Eric wanted him, and then this. What the hell was going on?

His lungs began to scream for air, and Eric wasn't stopping anytime soon. Not that Ryan expected him to. After all, Eric was a swimmer. He had a larger lung capacity. Trying to back away, Ryan found himself pressed harder against his locker, Eric resting his entire body weight on him. That only made it more difficult to breathe. Letting go of his biceps, Ryan brought his hands up to Eric's chest and began to push. Eric only captured his wrists in one hand and deepened the kiss. Well, Ryan spitefully thought, when I pass out on him, he'll figure out what I was trying to do.

Feeling something vibrate against his abdomen, Ryan was finally able to breathe in fresh air when Eric tore himself away and answered his cell phone. Leaning back against his locker, Ryan took deep, steady breaths, completely ignoring Eric and his surroundings, trying to get rid of the black spots in his vision. He heard Eric's footsteps as he walked away and felt despair wash through him. Whatever temporary insanity had been going on with Eric was apparently over because he'd just walked away. He was so caught up in trying to settle his breathing and emotions down enough to where he could leave, that he completely missed the click of the lock as Eric locked the door.

Deciding to deal with all of this later in the safety of his own apartment, Ryan slid down his locker until he was sitting on the floor. By then, he'd mostly caught his breath and was just waiting for his emotions to calm down. Sighing heavily, he opened his eyes and yelped in surprise when he saw Eric sitting in front of him on the bench intensely watching him. He smirked at the yelp and asked, "What's wrong, Ryan? Did I scare you?"

Biting into his lower lip to stop himself from saying anything, Ryan balefully glared at Eric instead. Eric simply laughed and pulled him up and off of his feet. He dragged him over towards the showers, grabbing some towels on the way, where he began to strip both of them. Ryan's eyes widened in shock, and he tried to stop Eric, batting at his hands and backing away straight into the wall of the shower stall.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa! What do you think you're doing, Delko?"

Shutting the curtain and pressing himself against Ryan once he'd hit the wall, Eric answered, "I'm tired of waiting on you to get with the program. So I'm taking what I want, Ryan. Are we going to have a problem?"

Using Ryan's shocked disbelief and speechlessness to his advantage, Eric pulled Ryan out of the stall and hastily tore the rest of their clothes off, placing them on the bench, and managed to get the water on and Ryan back in the stall before he even thought to protest again. Looking down into his face, Eric saw the stubborn look he got at times and rose to the challenge of seducing a semi-reluctant Ryan.

Wrapping one arm around Ryan's waist and pulling him tightly against himself, Eric placed his free hand on his neck to hold Ryan still and completely took possession of his mouth. Ryan briefly and halfheartedly struggled with him before he surrendered, body molding to Eric's and arms reaching up to drape around his neck. Finally, Eric thought. I'd like to know why he was fighting this so much. It's not like I would have forced him if he really didn't want me.

Focusing back on his very soon to be lover, Eric leaned down to work on Ryan's neck, mostly in order to hide his smirk from Ryan at the dazed expression on his face. He knew that wouldn't go over well. Starting under his jaw and making his way further south, Eric eventually stopped where neck and shoulder met. Nuzzling there, he was given the prizes of a breathy moan and the further baring of Ryan's neck. Nipping lightly and soothing the sting with his tongue several times, he kept up his teasing. Ryan's arms tightened around his neck, and he whimpered low in his throat.

Painful tugging on his hair forced him to unwillingly stop what he was doing. Lifting his head and looking into Ryan's eyes, he quickly returned to his favorite activity thus far, kissing Ryan senseless. Trailing his hand down Ryan's side, he gripped Ryan's hips with both hands and lifted up, backing him into the wall. Ryan got the picture and wrapped his legs around him.

Bracing one of his hands on the wall next to Ryan, Eric broke off the kiss, allowing both of them to catch their breath. By then, they were drenched from the cool water that was cascading down on them. His free hand he ran up and then down Ryan's chest and abdomen, helped out immensely by the slick feel of the water. Eric knew this would have to be quick. He wanted to get Ryan to his apartment and in his bed before he had time to think. Ryan was the king of over thinking and that usually tended to equal not so great things from his end. Plus, he wasn't sure how much longer he could wait before he claimed him. And, since he didn't have condoms and lube on hand at the lab, and how hard would that have been to explain, they really needed to get to his apartment and quick.

Leaning forward, Eric returned his attention to Ryan's throat, mentally smirking when he arched further into him from the bites he was bestowing upon him. The hand that had simply been softly touching Ryan's abdomen delved further south, and Eric was rewarded with a gasp of shock as he began to lightly explore and caress. Ryan's arms tightened even more around his neck, and he whispered in Eric's ear, "Please, Eric."

Instead of teasing him like he normally would have, Eric tightened his grasp and began to earnestly stroke his new lover to orgasm. He was rewarded once again, this time by Ryan arching into him a little more and quietly moaning his name. Keeping a tight rein on his own desire, he sped his movements up. Lifting his head, smiling at the disappointed groan from Ryan, Eric intently watched every nuance and change in Ryan's expression as his climax washed through him.

Eric patiently waited for Ryan to partially come back to himself before he placed him on his feet, although he still kept a tight grasp on him. Moving them under the full blast of the showerhead, he quickly and efficiently cleaned them both before turning the water off. Reaching for one of the towels, Eric dried them. He stepped over the ledge and to their clothes, tugging Ryan along. Letting go of him only long enough to throw his clothes back on, Eric looked up after slipping on his shoes to catch Ryan studying him, confusion and disbelief in his eyes. Smirking slightly, Eric hastily tried to redress his lover, laughing to himself when that seemed to wake Ryan back up. Smacking his hands away, Ryan finished the task himself, now warily watching Eric. He had backed up as far away from Eric as he could without stepping into the shower.

Sighing heavily at the stubborn expression that once again graced Ryan's face, Eric quickly stepped forward and pinned him to the wall behind him. "Ryan," he breathed out against his ear, reveling in the shudder that he could feel run through Ryan's lean frame, "don't think. For once, let someone else be in control."

Those must have been the magic words because Ryan sagged against him in defeated desire. Thankful that he didn't have to convince Ryan to leave with him, Eric tossed the towels in the general direction of the laundry container. Grabbing onto Ryan's hand, he tugged him along behind himself all the way out to his vehicle, completely ignoring the curious looks sent their way by the employees still working. Pushing Ryan into the passenger seat, Eric climbed into the driver's seat and took off for his place.

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He kept Ryan distracted through the ride to his place by keeping one hand on him at all times. Not a very safe driving practice, he knew, but what else was he supposed to do? Ryan and thinking were always a bad combination, unless he was working a case. Pulling in his driveway and parking, he could practically feel the apprehension pouring off of Ryan when he turned to him. Reaching out, he pulled Ryan over to him, ignoring his murmured protests about people seeing them, and proceeded to short circuit his brain with a possessive kiss.

Jerking back several minutes later, Eric opened his door and yanked Ryan out after him. He could see his neighbor, Mrs. DeVaullt, the eighty-three year old widow who always brought food over whenever she cooked because she thought he was too thin, smiling at him from her front porch. Cheerfully smiling and waving at her, he unlocked his door and wrenched a still dazed Ryan in. Slamming the door shut, he crowded Ryan into the door as he relocked it.

Ryan opened his mouth to speak. Eric didn't let him. He placed his hand on Ryan's chin and slowly ran his thumb across Ryan's swollen lips. With his free hand, he began to once more undress him. Dropping his shirt to the floor, he leaned Ryan back against the wall and got down on his knees for his shoes and socks. Reaching up, Eric undid his pants and belt, pulling his pants down and urging Ryan to step out of them, which he did. Eric then reached up to pull off his boxers, but Ryan made a quiet noise of protest in his throat.

Looking up, Eric could easily read the desire and hint of embarrassment in his expression. Slowly standing up, making sure to brush along Ryan's body as much as possible, he reached down and grabbed onto Ryan's hand. Turning around, he dragged him along behind himself until he reached his bedroom. Opening the door, he gently pulled Ryan in and then shoved him onto the bed. Shutting the door, he hastily pulled his own clothes off, leaving them where they landed on the floor.

When he joined Ryan on the bed, he was completely nude. Ryan was simply sitting there, clearly torn between finding out what exactly Eric intended to do and putting as much distance between the two of them as he possibly could. Before he could attempt the latter, Eric reached out and hauled Ryan over to him. Just as Eric was pulling Ryan over to him to kiss him, Ryan interrupted him with a question.

"Eric, what's going on?"

Mentally sighing, having hoped they could have the question and answer session later, Eric nonetheless answered him, "What's going on? What do you think is going on, Ryan?"

"I know what's going on, Eric, but you've never shown any interest before. So, why now?"

Shaking his head in amused disbelief, Eric sighed, "Oh, Ryan. Only you."

"What?" Ryan inquired huffily.

"You're so completely oblivious," Eric explained, smirking at the affronted look that appeared on Ryan's face. "I've shown an interest ever since you transferred. As has Valera. As has Boa Vista. You just never noticed."

Ryan blinked at him in stunned disbelief. He finally asked, "Really?"

"Just ask Speed."

After studying him for several minutes to see if he could tell whether Eric was telling the truth, Ryan simply nodded his head in acceptance. "All right, I will."

"Good. You do that," Eric replied. "Tomorrow. We have something else to do right now."

With that, Eric dragged Ryan the rest of the way over to him and leaned down. He kissed him, gently, carefully and so very slowly. While he desperately wanted to have Ryan, he also didn't want him to get the wrong impression, either. This was not a one time thing. And, he most certainly didn't want Ryan to think that. He'd been waiting for so long. He wasn't going to wait any longer. Ryan's second brush with death in less than six months had given him the push he'd needed to make a move. He might have lost the first person he'd ever been in love with simply because he was too much of a coward to come right out and take what he wanted, while, of course, making sure it was what Ryan wanted as well.

Rolling until he was on his back and Ryan was on top of him, Eric ran his hands up Ryan's arms and then down his shoulders and back, stopping on the waistband of his boxers. Ryan broke off the kiss, pulling back and staring into his eyes, biting into his lower lip nervously. Finally, he seemed to come a decision. Grabbing Eric's hands, he took them off of himself. Raising his brow in question, Eric watched as Ryan slipped off his boxers. Smiling down at Eric, Ryan leaned down and kissed him. Tenderly and lightly, teasing him.

Growling low in his throat, Eric tightly grasped his hips in both hands and flipped them over. Leaning down, he kissed Ryan, demanding and harsh. Releasing one hand from its grip, Eric fumbled around in his bedside table drawer, finally, finally, unearthing a condom and the lube. Dropping both items on the bed next to their tangled forms, Eric wrenched himself away from Ryan's mouth, needing to breathe.

Grabbing the lube, he opened it and set about preparing his lover for him. Ryan gasped softly and tensed a little at the slight chill. By the time Eric was using three fingers and driving him insane, Ryan breathily demanded, "Hurry up, Eric, or this will be over before you have a chance to do anything."

Quickly opening the condom, throwing the wrapper over the side of the bed, Eric slipped it on. Unhurriedly, he sank into Ryan's tight heat, keeping him still with his hands on his hips. Setting a snail's pace, Eric used every weapon in his arsenal to make sure and keep Ryan right on the edge of pleasure and pure insanity. Every thrust hit his prostate, but they weren't enough to bring either of them over the edge. He'd waited this long for what he wanted, eighteen months, he could wait just a little longer.

Ryan was straining underneath him to get closer to him and to be able to move. Not that he was willing to let either happen just yet. He was waiting for something first. Keeping up his leisurely pace was killing him as well. Eric was just about say the hell with it and let go when he heard what he'd been waiting for. A whimpered plea. "Eric, please."

Smiling ferally, Eric let go of Ryan's hips, bracing his hands beside them on the bed and violently thrust forward. Ryan cried out in pleasure. His hips rose to meet every one of Eric's thrusts. Feeling the tightening up of both of their bodies, Eric reached between them and lightly caressed Ryan's erection. He let out a breathy moan and let go of the sheets, grabbing onto Eric's biceps instead. Squeezing gently, he was rewarded with a low groan and Ryan crying out his name as he climaxed. Groaning himself as Ryan tightened even further around him, Eric thrust once, twice, three times before he cried out his own orgasm, clenching his jaw tightly to stop himself from biting Ryan.

Collapsing on top of Ryan, Eric settled himself comfortably and waited for his breathing to settle down. Opening his eyes, he smirked smugly, hiding his face in Ryan's neck, at the dazed and stunned expression on Ryan's face. Sighing softly in contentment, he decided that getting up could wait until Ryan forced the issue, as he would eventually. As could declarations and stating intentions. Like when they woke up, for instance. That was the last thing Eric remembered as he fell asleep.

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